I brushed my teeth, gelled and combed my hair, and after putting on my tennis shoes, I noticed that my shirt was sticking out down by my waist, looking like I had forgotten to buckle my belt.
"WTF?" I thought. "I know I buckled my belt."
Lifting up my shirt I found out that I was right, but somehow being right this time didn't really make me happy.
It was still buckled:
I hate it when that happens.